Clearly, Lucy knew nothing about her family history.
Aibo wasn't surprised. He hadn't expected Lucy to be particularly clever.
However, one thing was certain now: the bloodline of the Heartfilia family was definitely no ordinary one.
If anyone could just come up to the Celestial Spirit King and talk him into temporarily changing the rules, then Celestial Spirit Magic would be a joke.
"R-Really? Were my ancestors really that amazing?"
When Aibo said that a Celestial Spirit might have been created by one of her ancestors, Lucy's face filled with disbelief. She had never heard anything like that before.
"All the evidence points to that conclusion. I think we can take it as fact. Otherwise, why would the Celestial Spirit King call you an old friend? Are you two really that familiar?"
"That..."
Lucy, who wasn't exactly the brightest, finally realized that the Celestial Spirit King's way of addressing her had been rather strange. Could it be... my ancestor really was that amazing?! So I'm a descendant of the Nth generation of Celestial Spirit users!?
Lucy had no resistance to good news. She almost laughed aloud before Aibo asked her, "Lucy, do you want to become stronger?"
"?"
"Your current strength is mediocre—neither here nor there. It doesn't quite match the strength of the heir to the Celestial Spirit family. Do you want to become stronger? I can help you~"
"R-Really?"
"Of course. As long as you agree to participate in my experiment, I'll help improve your strength."
Lucy was very tempted, but then she remembered how smooth and tender Aibo's touch had felt earlier and shrank her neck back. "Y-You won't secretly take revenge on me, will you?"
"Of course not. I'm not petty. Look at Cana, Erza, Mira... They all became this powerful with my help."
"All right,